It felt like such a normal morning in her household. There was no average or normal mornings ever to be found in her almost abandoned apartment. Vhal realized suddenly that she could get used to something like this, cooking breakfast for William and spending the morning training in her facility down below. She had a feeling that he would be just as interested in keeping his body in shape just as she did, they both had dark pasts and they both seemed to want to run away. His askance for coffee brings Vhal back to the present as she turns around and smiles apologetically across the kitchen, her shoulder shrugging slightly. Without saying a word she rummages through the cupboard and fetches one of the mismatched mugs.

Filling it she wanders back to the dark-haired man and places the steaming mug next to him, along with cream and sugar, "Apologies," her eyes twinkle mischievously before she continues on, "We Americans aren't as sophisticated as you British men," she teases him lightly, "Anyways, tea is so... earthy. Not my cup of tea," she lets the dopey joke roll of her tongue before laughing quietly to herself. Pushing her braid off her shoulder she begins to work slowly on her own plate of food in silence. She's surprised to hear his groan of delight and in return shivers run down her spine at the noise he makes. Quickly shoving a forkful of eggs into her mouth to hide her embarrassment she finds that she was rather enjoying herself given the circumstances.

As she raises her own mug to her lips she takes a small sip and glad for it as William compliments her on her cooking skills along with the added teasing statement. Coughing, her own face turns a brilliant shade of pink matched only by Will's red features. Setting her coffee down quickly, she reaches for a napkin to clean up the spill on the counter and clearing her throat. It was only a matter of time before Vhalla began thinking of those other things Will would be willing to do to her. Without commenting, she tosses the napkin away and retrieves the hunter's plate as well as her own before depositing it in the sink. The assassin was thankful for the change of subject as she pushes off the counter and moves around the bar to him.

Dirtiness forgotten for the moment, she's pleasantly surprised to see Will blushing furiously. Offering him a small smile she reaches for his hand and loops her arm with his, enjoying the skin on skin contact. Pushing down a shiver that threatened to raise goosebumps to her body, she glances up at him through long lashes, "I think you'll really enjoy this," she states helping him away from the bar slowly, "and there are no stairs involved this time," she chuckles quietly before leading him down the hallway. It isn't long before they reach the double front doors and she stops in front of them. Pulling away from his touch slightly she steps in front of him, "It wouldn't truly be a surprise if you didn't close your eyes, now would it?" she scolds lightly, waiting for his eyes fall shut.

Waving a hand in front of his face frantically to make sure his eyes are closed, she pushes the doors open on silent hinges and drags him slowly into the room, mindful of his wounds. The scent of old pages and even older leather bound books reach her nostrils and she can't help the wide grin that began to stretch across her face. This was her sanctuary and it was something she wanted to share with William, a fellow book lover. Drawing him closer to the single, very large and very worn leather arm chair shoved up against the wall, she stops just in front of it and guides his hand to the arm rest so he could find his balance. "Go ahead and open your eyes," she says before stepping away from him and stops in the middle of her library.

The walls were lined with many hundreds of books, some old and some newer, there were even scrolls and leather bound books hiding in certain areas. It was the one room in the entire house that looked to be used constantly, there were even stacks of books strewn across the floor in a sort of untidy organization and a blanket thrown across the back of the arm chair. This was her sanctuary and something she never showed to anyone, including her master, not that he particularly cared much for reading he was only intent on Vhalla learning everything there was. "This is why I recognize your engraving on your dagger," she comments offhandedly almost a little shy as she rubs her arm and looks away to glance at the walls of books.

"I thought you might enjoy it."